For Halloween I'm gonna be emotionally stable. No one's gonna know it's me.

Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here.

My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.

I could never trust anyone who's well adjusted to a sick society.

Everyone’s chest is a living room wall with awkwardly placed photographs hiding fist-shaped holes.

Someday we will dare to trade good for true

You keep worrying you’re taking up too much space. I wish you’d let yourself be the milky way.